H is for Handcuffs, and Other Great Bondage Fun!

Peter Peter pumpkin eater
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.

Maren, you say (somewhat exasperatedly, I can hear it from here), what does this have to do with handcuffs and/or bondage? On the surface of the rhyme, everything. It has all the makings of a really good…well, okay…really odd spanking story. Husband gets fed-up with philandering wife, so he constructs a prison and locks her adulterous ass up. Were the second verse not lost to time, you cry in righteous indignation, we could have read about his daily trips out to the garden and freshly-picked birching skills!

Maren, you say (back to exasperated all over again), where is this going?

Absolutely nowhere. I just wanted to share that link.

Maybe even spanked a few dozen times too. I’m a slow learner. It’s entirely your decision what to do with that baton.

Where does our fascination with bondage come from? I think that would depend entirely on what kind turns you on. Are you one of those who thinks of bondage and immediately conjures thoughts of blindfolds, feathers, being tied to the headboard via sexy, slinky scarves while your partner loves and kisses over every helpless inch of you–touching where they want, when they want, until every fiber of your being aches with the need for sexual release? Or are you a little more hardcore? Scarves, you scoff, fah! Bring you a man’s man. Hot, sweaty, dusty…ropes and whips…he doesn’t have to take his hat off before he gets into bed–hell, he doesn’t even have to take off his spurs! Just set the branding station up in the corner and let him ride you like a cowboy–howdy, howdy, howdy!

Or…ahem…that could be just me.

…peep?

Everyone knows the dark, evil side of bondage. Nobody needs me to recap our world history of slavery or why that’s bad, m’kay. We all know it’s bad. No one, apart from select few sociopaths and serial killers actually want to keep someone a prisoner against their will, and yet…many harbor that sexual fantasy of being tied up and made to submit to the sexual whims of another. Something happens deep down inside when you read lines like…

She fought, but he was stronger, flipping her over onto her belly with ridiculous ease. She slapped back at him, more furious than afraid, only to have her hands captured and her wrists pinned together in the small of her back. Every kick and every buck worked to weaken her, giving him the avenue he needed to get between her legs. His knees pushed hers apart, forcing here to open her wider until, by the time her strength finally gave out, she was well and truly caught. Pinned under his full and heavy weight with his hot breath steaming at her nape and his deep rumbling laugh shivering at her insides.

“That,” he said, “was not well thought out, was it?”

No, it wasn’t. Pure liquid wanting flooded down to wet her thighs. She could smell it, her own reluctant arousal, and the mortification of that burned down in her belly. Worse, however, was the fact that he could smell it too. She knew because she heard it when he drew in that first deep, scenting breath, only to let it out again. Slowly, his exhale sounding more like a throaty growl. When he shifted on top of her, bringing his hips into line with hers, she felt the growing bulge that he pressed into the valley of her buttocks. Ominous and threatening…

And heady…She shivered all over again.

What should come next? Oh yeah…

Yeah, I think so too.

But then sex and bondage go very well together. Just the act of sex denotes bondage in just about every way. Hugs become gentle ties you don’t want to escape. Look at all your favorite positions. In every one, there is a dominant partner and a submissive being held down to receive the pleasure being given. Even the missionary position, long lauded as the unkinkest and therefore safest for religious types to exorcise their carnal lusts, is dominant and submissive. The submissive partner is in every way pinned down to receive the advances of the dominant.

I am getting way off track. I’m also writing a book here and that’s not my intent. So I’m going to close with another excerpt.

She took a deep breath when she arrived at her red Honda Civic. As promised, a silver offering lay on the trunk of her car. She prayed no one had seen, or that they hadn’t wondered why office assistant Sarah Mathison had such an odd item on her car in plain sight of all passersby.

Out of her pocket came a baby-blue handkerchief. One of Luke’s own. She darted her gaze left and right to make sure no one was around. No one to watch her follow Luke’s bizarre instructions. She gulped and lifted the handkerchief to smooth it across her eyes. She tied the fabric in the back of her head in a good tight knot. She added a double knot for extra security. Fumbling, she reached for the cold, hard metal resting on the top of her car. She slid one circle around her left wrist and snapped it closed. She lifted her hands in front of her, even though she could not see, to awkwardly snap the latch closed on the second circle.

She rested her hands against her cheek, breathing hard in the darkness. The metal warmed quickly to her touch and instead of coldness she focused on the sensation of hardness, the slightly rounded edges resting on her skin. She tugged experimentally, and the edges pulled at her skin. She stopped at once, but she realized that the cuffs were not a toy or a joke. At least not yet. She was well and truly stuck, trapped and helpless in a public place. Against all reason, her knees weakened and she leaned against her car. What would Luke do to her? He had never given her an order before, and she had to admit that she liked it. Maybe he could take charge, after all.

New author Britta Ashley wrote this wonderful bondage scene in the opening of her book ‘Against Her Will’, which is the start of her Dragon’s Lair series. In it, she beautifully showcases both the excitement and trepidation that her character, Sarah Mathison, goes through when she willingly handcuffs herself for her boyfriend’s pleasure. That it’s not her boyfriend who arrives to make use of that submission is entirely beside the point. 😉

Engaged to her college sweetheart but bored with a relationship grown stale, twenty-two-year-old Sarah Mathison’s life turns upside down when she receives a cryptic text message telling her to put on handcuffs and a blindfold in the parking lot by her office. Thrilled at the promise of adventure, she obeys. She expects a night of kinky fun, but instead she is abducted and wakes up in a prison cell. Her guards beat her, violate her, and call her names. Then, for no reason she can understand, she is ushered into a luxury suite and assigned a private nurse who gives her both pampering and discipline. The nurse informs Sarah that she is being trained to serve a new Master she will call Daddy.

The mastermind behind the operation, an elusive man known only as the Dragon Master, recruits girls to be trained at his school. After training, the recruits are sold to men across the globe who long to be a Daddy Dom to a well-trained girl. Richard Winston III, the Dragon Master’s right- hand man, oversees recruitment, training, and placement. When Richard first meets Sarah, however, he does not trust himself to act professionally. Struck by her beauty, he watches as Nurse Julia subjects Sarah to humiliating medical examinations, childish dress and activities, and spankings for the slightest misbehavior. His longing for Sarah grows even as she flourishes into the Dragon Lair’s most accomplished recruit. He might control her destiny, but she is out of his league.

Then Major Jeffrey Sanders, Dragon Lair’s most prominent customer, demands to purchase Sarah before her training has finished. Sarah rebels, and Richard is left with the heart-rending realization that he has come to care for her. Will he fulfill his duty to Dragon’s Lair and send Sarah to the highest bidder? Or will he take the risk to declare his love? And just who is this Dragon Master, anyway?

Enjoy the rest of your reading, and don’t forget to Click here to check out the other amazing authors participating in the A to Z Blog Hop going on all through June! 🙂

Maren Smith, I really need to have a word with you about these deliciously tempting, naughty posts that are hitting my inbox every morning before I get up I mean honestly, to read about the delights of bondage before the school run really is distracting. And Ginger, And Electric wands. I swear to god, my body temperature has gone so high since this AtoZ that I thought I was hitting the menopause.
And the excerpts……smoking hot. Cold shower time.

Let me just take this moment to say I’m sorry, Tara, for making these mornings extra hot for you. Truly, truly…well, okay. Maybe not ‘sorry’, per se. But I definitely feel something. Wait…wait, actually…that might be amusement. Well, I was close. They both start with ‘A’. 😀

Not sure if I would be that naïve to do as a text says even if I was bored, bored and more bored. But the story sounds very interesting. Love your thoughts’ on a nursery rhyme, I will never again be able to hear that one without getting a big smile on my face